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Everyone swore Jeff was some kind of transphobe.
You were feminine. Everyone in the mansion could see that. You looked exactly like any cis woman.
But the second Jeff saw the trans pride flag hanging on your wall?
You were a man to him.
He would loudly refer to you as a he in conversations. If someone referred to you as a girl with Jeff in earshot, he’d make some snide remark about you being a man. Jeff would sarcastically invite you to hang out with him and Toby and EJ, “be one of the guys like you’re supposed to for once.”
Several people had confronted you about it, but you just shrugged it off and muttered something about not wanting to cause a scene.
Eventually, about half the proxies cornered Jeff and spent two hours screaming at him about how it’s insensitive to misgender a trans woman, or any trans people.
He sat on that couch silently taking the verbal abuse until you tried to sneak by, embarrassed out of your mind.
“Hey! What’s your pronouns?!” Jeff shouts, a smug look on his face.
“…He/him.”